“–That’s why the performance for this year’s cultural festival has been decided to be an original play.”

Usami, the class president, stands in front of the podium and says this, and the classroom is filled with shouts of joy and discontent.

It is Monday, the first day of the week.

In the fourth period long homeroom, there was time for a discussion to decide on the class’s performance for the October festival.

In the beginning, they had planned to have a maid café or a cosplay café, but in the end they decided against it because they felt that food and drink would be too much trouble and would overlap with other classes.

After much discussion, we settled on [original theater].

I don’t know if it’s settled down or not……

I’m sitting at the end of the classroom–in the last row by the window, resting my chin on my hand and yawning.

I’ve been listening to the conversation for a while now, but maybe because I was tired from various things over the weekend, I can’t really get into the conversation at all.

I mean, I don’t really care what the class puts on.

Whether it’s a maid cafe, a haunted house, or a play, I’m just going to do the job I’ve been assigned.

I was so tired that I couldn’t even look out the window to see if any class was having a gym class in the school yard. Perhaps it was a relay, but I could hear a faint and cheerful hustle and bustle from outside.

Suddenly, I spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

–It was my own sister, Sagami Hanabi.

Amongst so many people wearing the same clothes, a female student stands out.

If you look closely, you can also see the three student council members near Hanabi.

Looking at them, I was reminded of the events of the weekend.

I ran into Futaba senpai in the bathroom, Juri senpai saw me completely naked, and I pushed Nagisa senpai down, even though it was an accident.

All of these events were big trouble that could have led to my arrest if I had been careless.

All three of them went home on Saturday night, but I was still exhausted from all the incident.

I let out a sigh and closed my eyes to rest.

“–Hm, I’m missing one vote. ……Sagami kun, did you raise your hand?”


I was suddenly called by name and raised my face.

Usami, the class president, approached me from the podium.

“Geez, I bet you weren’t listening at all. I was just deciding who would be in charge of scriptwriting, props and costumes for the original play.”

“I-I’m sorry…….”

“Sagami kun, which one do you want to be in charge of?”

“Hm, whatever is fine. Where there are less people in it.”

“Oh, that’s great. Then I’ll ask you to be in charge of scriptwriting.”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

The class president fluttered back to the podium and added my name to the “scriptwriter” section on the blackboard.

The class performance and the duty of each member were decided, and when the chime sounded to announce the end of the fourth period, it was time for lunch break.

As I was about to leave the classroom with my lunch bag in my drawstring bag as usual, I saw a group of people making noise in the center of the class.

“Alright, I’ll write the script for the harem protagonist !”

“Haa, not fair. Then I’ll write a pure love story with Usami…..”

“Gross ! No, you’re really creepy……”

And then there were those who laughed.

Are they the same screenwriters as me? It looks like it’s going to be troublesome…..

When I let out a small sigh involuntarily and tried to leave the classroom, I was suddenly stopped by the sound of footsteps rushing up from the podium.

“Sagami kun, wait a minute.”


I turned around to see Usami, the class president.

“Sagami kun, I don’t think you heard, so let me tell you something. The script writers are required to attend script meetings on a regular basis, so please make sure to attend them too.”

“Script meeting? What do I do?”

“Each of you brings a plot to the meeting and we decide what kind of script you’re going to write.”

Speaking of plots, they are like blueprints for a story, aren’t they?

“Well, if you have any questions, you can ask me. I’m a scriptwriter myself, even though I’m working two jobs at once.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

So you’re a scriptwriter…….. I don’t know if my idea will be adopted, but since I’ve been assigned to this project, I’ll give it a try.

I made up my mind and left the classroom with my lunch box.

◆ ◆ ◆

After school, I visited the library.

I had never written a script before, and there was no way I could suddenly write a plot for a screenplay since I only read popular books once in a while.

Therefore, I came to the library to look for books that could be used as material for a screenplay.

Since I don’t usually use the library, I feel strangely tense in the stifling silence.

As I looked up at the bookshelves, the distinctive smell of paper filled the air, and I was searching for the book I wanted.

Suddenly, I was tapped on the shoulder.

“–Whoa !”

“Shhh….. Asahi san, be quiet in the library.”

The student council treasurer Natsume Nagisa senpai, who put her finger on her lips, was there when I turned around.

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